Like a virus of the mindMy rage will spreadMy obsession with murderRoils in my headKilling victims with my handsI cannot controlThese extreme compulsionsBurn in my soulFoaming at the mouth I leapOnto my preyTarget of my violenceWill die todayFeel the victim’s cracking bonesHe screams in painOnly slaughter brings me peaceI have gone insaneRabidInflammation of the brainFury overwhelmsThere is something wrong with meI am not wellVictim’s headThumbs in his eyesBlood is squirting from the socketsPours down the sidesSmash his teeth with my fistTear off his noseLaughing at his shattered faceRage only growsWith my fingers gouge his throatRip slabs of fleshI continue the assaultBut he is clearly deadRabidCan’t restrain my need to kill them drives me madI’m insane I want to spill blood with my handsSchizophrenic maniaParanoid anxietyViolent ferocityCriminal insanityI am obsessed with butchery I am madA trail of corpses so much blood on my handsSolo: O’BrienRabidRabid